Chapter 202 - He Is Dying

"But I am only speaking the truth, would you rather I say you are a despicable, disgusting demon?"

"No."

"Then I will tell you honestly," Mo Chou's fingers trailed down slightly opened collar to trace the collarbones, "I wish to taste you fully. Make you feel the pleasure of the body, of the world. You, Lan-er, is more perfect than you even know."

Cheeks reddened further and hands thumbed Mo Chou's knees.

"Why must you speak in such ways?" The pinkette lowered his head for a moment before sighing, "We should return."

"Neh, my beautiful Ah Lan, we can touch freely here," Mo Chou whispered and leaned closer to lightly peck his lips.

He leaned to kiss deeper and his innocent pinkette kissed back hesitantly. Mo Chou moved his hands lower to feel the chest and abdomen, before moving back up to squeeze clothed nipple. Xu Lan gasped and Mo Chou slid his tongue in to taste the young master. Tongue slowly touched his experimentally and he chuckled against the mouth.

Tilting his head. He pushed deeper and sucked the tongue in his mouth, earning a groan from the pinkette. Hands on his knees moved to touch his waist, anchoring them to the ground below. When they pulled away, Mo Chou pecked the pink lips a few more times before stopping.

"Still… still weird," Xu Lan panted in a whisper and Mo Chou grinned.

"Then we should do it more so it doesn't feel weird."

"If it makes you happy," the pinkette whispered.

Mo Chou ran his fingers through curly pink locks and his eyes softened.

"Just being with you, Ah Lan, makes me happy."

"Then… we don't need to kiss?"

"Although I love tasting your lips," Mo Chou sighed with a smile, "Spending time with you is enough."

Zhang Xu Lan stared at the navy haired man for a moment, before cupping the side of Mo Chou's head and slowly leaned in to kiss again. Moaning from the way their lips moved against one another, the blue haired man pressed closer to the pinkette. Their fingers held one another, slide along clothed skin, and brought gasps and light groans.

Mo Chou can feel his arousal pooling and his hand slid down the chest to land on the young master's thigh. He rubbed and his fingers itched to just wrap around the pinkette's hardness, taste it, look at it, want it in him, and cumming with him inside Xu Lan. Groaning, he just made it even harder to deny his attraction for the pink haired man.

Their mouths parted and Mo Chou hummed pleased when Xu Lan was tasting his mouth. However, his senses cleared for a second as he felt a presence near them. Quickly pulling away, he stood up and scowled. A demon tiger with a female ghost riding it screeched loudly. Birds in the trees flew away, frightened by the sound.

He rushed in with his eyes narrowed and brows dipped. His purple eyes looked like it was glowing as he slashed, blocked, and attacked. Xu Lan joined him and fought the ghost. Normally one to finish a battle early, this one he knew would be harder. A mid-level demon out and about only meant one thing. His king was closer to death.

That only made his blood boiled hotter.

Once they killed the cat and the ghost, Mo Chou quickly grabbed Xu Lan and smashed his lips to his. A surprised yelp echoed, but he just kept kissing and kissing. Even when the pinkette turned away, he continued to kiss cheek, jawline, and neck. Fingers clutched his arms, not pushing him away and not pulling him closer.

"We haven't returned them back," Xu Lan glanced at their enemy.

"Why send them back? They will only escape again to harm the innocent."

Xu Lan pulled the navy haired man away to see a bland face staring at him. He had seen this face before and he wasn't sure what happened for Mo Chou to feel like this. Taking a deep breath, he swallowed before speaking.

"What aren't you telling me."

"It would only hurt you."

"Ah Chou… Is it Uncle Li?"

"Yes…"

"Tell me, please Ah Chou."

"He is-"

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Panting and gasping of breaths were heard in the room. A soft whimper and gentle kisses exchanged with one another. Hips continued to move against one another and she clenched her walls as her back arched up. Her fingers clutched onto his lover's back as she came with mouth sucking her breast. She rolled her hips with her mouth parted in a moan.

Xu Ling pulled away from the breast and boxed his lover's face with his arms, staring at the way pretty pink lashes fluttered. He moved faster, deeper, feeling himself ready to climax. Kissing Nuying, his hips stuttered and his throbbing cock shot out his cum into his lover. They panted against one another as they kissed slowly and gently.

The door flew opened and Xu Ling groaned.

"What is it, Lan-er?"

There were no reply and he furrowed his brows. Pulling away from his wife who quickly grabbed the bedsheet to cover herself, he turned to see his son with tears streaming down his face. Golden eyes widened and he quickly moved out of the bed. Before he was able to wrap himself to look decent, his son had wrapped his arms around him, crying loudly.

He felt his robe placed over his shoulders and he thanked his peach, who helped him into it.

"Where is Uncle Yue?" His son hiccupped and cried.

"He is visiting the sect leaders. What is it?"

"Uncle Li," Xu Lan tried to breathe, "He is… he is…"

"What is it?"

"He is… DYING."

Xu Lan cried and tucked himself into his father. Xu Ling's golden eyes widened before he let out a deep sigh. Holding his son close, he shut his eyes and knew if that was true…

'Ying Yue will break, but the world will be at peace and the prophecy will be complete. Is that a risk the Heaven's will take?'

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Ying Yue did not smile anymore. He had no energy to do so.

He went to the shack, the cabin, the place his lover built for them by the lake...

… and destroyed it.

He broke the place he made love with his husband. He ripped the memories of joy and peace. He burned the fingerprints of their touches. Golden eyes stared blankly like what he was doing was not destroying any hold he had left on Wang Li. He felt nothing.

Only emptiness.

The temple for his husband was still erected, protected, and beautiful. He avoided it like a curse. He only went straight to the sect leaders, spoke with each of them on managing their sectors, spoke with the villagers, and then went straight to the school. There was no reason to pray for a man who broke him.

Even if the man was his husband.

Returning to the school grounds, he nodded to his students who greeted him, but they were acting differently. Their eyes looked glassy with tears and they bowed lowly to him. He glanced over at his brothers who seemed to be observing him, as if waiting for something. He looked over to the tanned man, his husband's loyal follower and he thinned his lips.

Pink hair, curly and bouncy, came to his view and he stared at his nephew. His brows furrowed seeing the redness around the eyes, nose, and cheeks. Exhaling slowly out of his lips, it made sense now. They knew Wang Li was dying.

"Un… Uncle Yu… Yue," the pinkette hiccupped.

"Stop."

Black eyes widened and he walked by his nephew to the cafeteria. Eyes watched him as he went, but he continued as if nothing bothered him. He sat down at the table he usually occupied and was joined by his brothers. The students and his nephew did not enter and he knew it was due to his brothers wanting to speak with him alone.

That was fine. He was fine.

"Ah Yue," Han Mo started softly like the time when he was told he was the curse, and when he was told the man he was after was just in his dreams.

His redheaded brother placed the bowl of soup in front of him. Thanking him, he ate slowly ignoring the worried stares from his siblings. When he was finished, he stared at them and his elder brother touched his shoulder gently. He looked over to Xu Ling to see furrowed brows and golden eyes staring at him with deep sorrow.

"You do not need to worry. I am fine."

"You are not."

His eyes narrowed and the redhead sighed. Xu Ling glanced over at Han Mo and the brunette cleared his throat. When his little brother looked at him, Han Mo exhaled deeply.

"Little brother. We all know… he will die. Mo Chou did not deny it. We know it will hurt you. It is hurting you now. Do you think he is feigning his death once more?"

"No. This is the end. He will die. The world will be at total peace just like what the Heavens wanted. Fate cannot be escaped."

Ying Yue stated coldly with a straight face that caused both brothers' eyes to widen.

"You are giving up?"